Sometimes I write
with song-like flow;
verbose language
just to let the reader know-
about what haunts my dreams,
and what tears me at the seams,
with colors haunting but serene
and forlorn language that screams-
of every emotion that shake my core,
hurting my soul; everything I was before
cannot exist now; death creeping so slow
of eternal slumber, all to let you know-
of the visceral state of my heart,
torn asunder; pain turned into art,
trauma into meaning, nightmares into dreams.
But to you, and only you, I want to scream-
I feel sad ̶t̶o̶d̶a̶y̶
Poetry Vomit 